Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Monks,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.